Picture the scene. You’re at the Faultline, Melrose Avenue’s very own raunch bar (you’re probably there for the beer blast or maybe to pick up inappropriate gentlemen) and all of a sudden two gay men (maybe one’s a bit of a daddy type) are up in a ring, bashing seven shades of sashimi out of each other. What the hell’s going on? you think. Have I stumbled into a lesbian bar by accident.

No, bar cruiser, you haven’t… You have arrived just in time to witness gay men gay bashing in the Faultline’s first ever Faggot Fight. Whether it’s boxing in rinky dinky little blue leather shorts like these or wrestling around in Lycra (we know which one we’re getting front row for), Faggot Fights are like Fight Club only no one gets it in the face. Not until after the show anyways.